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when we dance, it looks just like fire;
Moving nonstop, don't think, don't do anything but keep going, just don't think. He's been running, running from BLI and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and the door he shut behind him to escape the building, the door he shut on half his team. He should've stayed. Ghoul should have fucking stayed, closed the door and let Jet and the Girl go, should've killed that motherfucking Exterminator with his last breath.
Over the radio, Dr. Death Defying's voice says the zones are ablaze with whitejackets and soulsuckers, motorbabies, the Danger Crew huffed and puffed and blew the door down to the Big Bad BLI's HQ and stirred up a whole lotta trouble. Party Poison and the Kobra Kid have seen their last sunset. Just a warning, kids, keep an eye out and a gun unholstered, two 'joys down, a thousand to go.
And Ghoul's grip tightens on the wheel so hard Jet asks him if he wants to take a break and Ghoul snaps no, fuck off and jerks the steering wheel to the side, abruptly parking on the side of the dusty road. The Girl watches both of them with a sad, puffy-eyed expression, and Ghoul thunks his head against the wheel, knuckles white.
He should've gone back. He should've stayed, he wanted to say so many things but they're both fucking dead and now he can't. Party Poison and Kobra Kid have seen their last sunset. It's the end, there's no rebuilding the crew. Ghoul and Jet can keep the Girl safe but there's no sense of family anymore. It's broken.
Ghoul sucks in a sharp, stuttering breath and ignores the burning behind his eyes and both Jet and the Girl rest their hands on his back, and for once in his life he doesn't jerk away.
He wants to break something, he wants to wring necks and shoot those motherfuckers between the eyes, he doesn't want to know what they're going to do with the bodies. His family is dead and they're not even going to get a proper burial. Ghoul's speaking out loud and his voice breaks and the remainder of their haphazard little family curls together and tries to glue the pieces back together.
Days later, the mailbox squeals open, rusty and battered, and a letter drops inside. It could've been seven pages with how much he left unsaid, but all Ghoul can manage is one, shaky line:
I love you both. Please come back.
Over the radio, Dr. Death Defying's voice says the zones are ablaze with whitejackets and soulsuckers, motorbabies, the Danger Crew huffed and puffed and blew the door down to the Big Bad BLI's HQ and stirred up a whole lotta trouble. Party Poison and the Kobra Kid have seen their last sunset. Just a warning, kids, keep an eye out and a gun unholstered, two 'joys down, a thousand to go.
And Ghoul's grip tightens on the wheel so hard Jet asks him if he wants to take a break and Ghoul snaps no, fuck off and jerks the steering wheel to the side, abruptly parking on the side of the dusty road. The Girl watches both of them with a sad, puffy-eyed expression, and Ghoul thunks his head against the wheel, knuckles white.
He should've gone back. He should've stayed, he wanted to say so many things but they're both fucking dead and now he can't. Party Poison and Kobra Kid have seen their last sunset. It's the end, there's no rebuilding the crew. Ghoul and Jet can keep the Girl safe but there's no sense of family anymore. It's broken.
Ghoul sucks in a sharp, stuttering breath and ignores the burning behind his eyes and both Jet and the Girl rest their hands on his back, and for once in his life he doesn't jerk away.
He wants to break something, he wants to wring necks and shoot those motherfuckers between the eyes, he doesn't want to know what they're going to do with the bodies. His family is dead and they're not even going to get a proper burial. Ghoul's speaking out loud and his voice breaks and the remainder of their haphazard little family curls together and tries to glue the pieces back together.
Days later, the mailbox squeals open, rusty and battered, and a letter drops inside. It could've been seven pages with how much he left unsaid, but all Ghoul can manage is one, shaky line:
I love you both. Please come back.